[Something about Yuan's voice lights a fuse in him. It's the principle of it: him speaking to Martel.
Mithos halts and whirls around. The look of cold ire probably looks strange on Martel's face; the sharp words sound equally strange hissed in her voice.]
it's a traaaaaap
Mithos halts and whirls around. The look of cold ire probably looks strange on Martel's face; the sharp words sound equally strange hissed in her voice.]
Don't speak to me.